Only the Good Die Young

Part 7: Sixth Year: The Kiss to End All Kisses

Iris couldn't sleep.

After a late night with the girls, she still had a little alcohol coursing through her veins. Iris always thought this was funny, how she could never sleep when she was drunk, but could sleep anywhere sober. 

It was freezing, despite the fact she was wearing a sweater, one that she found in the boy's dormitory at that. She didn't know who's it was at first, until she smelt Sirius's cologne. It was one that she got for him in fourth year, Tobacco Vanille, one she found in a muggle store, and she instantly loved it. It was mixed with his signature scent: coffee, cigarettes, and oddly enough, books, though she can't remember the last time she saw him read a sentence. 

Getting up from the bed, she slipped on her slippers, and decided she needed to clear her head.

The first week back had been just a little hectic with her almost running two fucking marathons and with her having a potion exploded on her and then finding out she was going to be Hogwart's champion for the tournament, while being holy. It was a lot.

She needed some fresh air.

Iris traveled down the stairs to the common room, and briefly glanced around checking for any sleepwalkers, before travelling the way out of the porthole, and in the direction of the astronomy tower. 

She loved the view, and no one usually went out there, saying it was too high.

Iris rolled her eyes at that thought, she couldn't understand how wizards who could fly, were scared of heights.

Iris made it to the astronomy tower and looked at the starry sky.

Given that her Animagus was an owl, she quite liked the night, that's why she took a lot of naps during the day. While she needed her sleep, she liked to stay up and watch the sky.

Walking to the balcony ledge, she pulled herself up and swung her legs over the railing.

It might have been a risky move, seeing as anyone could come up behind her and push her to her unexpected death, but Iris knew the chances were low, and she wasn't that worried.

Lifting her nose to the sky, she took in fresh air, and exhaled breathily, enjoying the night sky, and drinking in the dark silence. 

That was until she felt hands grab her waist, and a head rest on her shoulder, as if they were hugging her from behind, while also trying to scare her into her death. 

"What the fuck-" Iris started, as she twisted her head around. That wasn't a great idea seeing as she came directly in contact with someone's cheek. Her cold cheek, touching his warm.

Sirius. That bloody dog. Always fucking warm. 

"Hey Birdy," Sirius said in a casual tone, not moving from the position they were in.

"I'm still mad at you, you know," Iris said, trying to break away from his grip, "Let go of me, what the fuck??"

Sirius simply groaned, and pulled her, his hands still on her waist, over and off of the railing. 

"I don't like you sitting up there." Sirius said as he spun her around to face him.

"To hell with what you like and what you don't, for Merlin's sake Sirius, stop trying to control me." Iris said as she jumped back up on the railing but slipping and falling clumsily into Sirius. 

Sirius, of course, caught her, and grabbed her waist, holding her still, "Are you drunk?"

"No Sirius, I'm not drunk," Iris huffed, "Stop pretending like you all the sudden care."